Post by Grace Hatter on Dec 11, 2015 5:21:18 GMT
Grace hadn’t learned much of anything from the queen. She felt the queen was keeping secrets from her; but, she couldn’t be sure. And Grace really wanted to believe in the best of everyone. But..Papa was still missing! She couldn’t give up! No matter what, she had to find him! They’d promised! They’d always find each other! It was the two of them against the world! With Mama dead, they were all each other had left! She was too young to really have contacts. But..She heard things. As a child people tended not to pay attention to her. And she’d get to listen to all sorts of things that way. It also helped that she was quiet. If she didn’t want to be found, she wouldn’t be. She was small and could squeeze into nooks and crannies to eavesdrop. Although normally she didn’t have to. Children might as well be invisible to most adults. If you weren’t throwing a fit, making some fuss, you were like a wallflower. People might comment on how cute you were for a minute. But then they’d forget you ever existed as soon as something else caught their eye. If she had a lot of gold or even a little gold..She could gather information much more quickly! But as it was, Papa and her were poor. She had nothing to entice people with. A warm smile could only get her so far. She’d asked some question and learned a little that way. But most of it boiled down to waiting and listening to whispers. (It was a good thing Grace was patient even though she was desperate to find her papa!) Eventually she’d learned that the reason Papa could move so quietly was that he used to be a thief and not just any thief! He worked for the Dark One himself! Grace didn’t know all that much about the Dark One. But she knew people were afraid of him. There were terrible stories about deals gone wrong. But if Papa used to work for him, Rumplestiltskin might know how to find him! And he had strong magic! So..Who knew what he could do?! And there was no question that since the queen had been disappointingly elusive, he was her best chance at finding answers. No one was willing to escort her to the Dark Castle; but, almost everyone knew where it was. She’d been directed there by some friendly people who did do everything in their power to dissuade her from paying the man a visit. But she was not to be deterred! There was nothing she wouldn’t do to be reunited with Papa! Of course the neighbors wouldn’t approve. She hadn’t told them. She’d been keeping a lot of secrets recently. But this was important! They’d already given up on Papa! They didn’t think he was ever coming back! It hurt that they believed that. But..Grace knew better! No one knew Papa like her! And nothing would keep them apart! But even in a world with magic..Things didn’t get done with the snap of your fingers! Nothing would happen if she just prayed for miracles! No..She had to use her head! Grace thought she might have magic...She’d done some strange things..recently. She'd woken up screaming from nightmares to find herself not where the neighbors had left her but..On the roof or outside in the forest. Maybe..She had something like Papa. But it wasn’t reliable. And it wasn’t going to really help her with this. No! She had to talk to the Dark One, Rumplestiltskin! The castle loomed before her, large and impressive. Like with the queen, Grace had taken pains to make herself look as presentable as possible. She couldn’t do much about the poor clothes as although the neighbors were financially better off than Papa, they still weren’t rich. And they were feeding her, giving her a place to sleep. She couldn’t possibly ask for anything more! She’d made sure her dress was clean. And she’d scrubbed her face until it was grime free. She’d even been careful to catch every last tangle. (Again, she’d been neglecting her hair. She still wouldn’t let Marcelle touch it. Only Papa brushed it! But here..She needed to look nice.) Grace thought it would be good if she brought a present! She didn’t have much to give; but, Papa had taught her which mushrooms were edible! And she was very good at finding them! He always teased her, saying she must be part blood-hound. Her basket was filled to the brim with mushrooms to offer the wizard should he agree to see her! Grace had heard he didn’t like his time being wasted! So she’d try to be quick and to the point! And a peace offering was always good! She hustled over to the giant doors and attempted to make her knock firm yet polite. Grace wasn’t sure if she pulled it off but...Just how did one make a knock polite?! She paused between knocks but tried to make them loud enough to be heard. But not obnoxiously boisterous! “Mr. Rumplestitskin, please let me in! My name is Grace Hatter! I’m Jefferson Hatter’s daughter! Papa used to work for you! It’s very important that we talk!” tag: Rumplestiltiskin notes: Let the fun begin! |
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